I sigh, sitting in a slump on my windowsill, my breath fogging the window with each exhale I let out.
Snow softly falls from the grey, gloomy sky. I pick a very specific snowflake and watch as it twists and turns in the air, slowly waiting to touch the ground and fulfill its purpose with making a blanket of snow.
When will he return? I wonder. It has been to long.
The phone rings casting the ring to ring throughout the whole house. I glance over at the phone just sitting on the end table over by the frayed arm chair. I slowly get up from my seat on the couch and walk towards the phone.
It rings once again reminding me that I still have yet to pick up the phone. I reach my hand towards it and pick it up. I hold it near my right ear and breath lightly and q...
She's coming out from the grave... No one knows yet. This could lead to danger. The government of the town says to evacuate immediately. She's walking slowly out from the grave. The candles go out as she moans by. She's coming. And yet- no one seems to know....
“Are you sure were on the right trail Abby?” Asked Brooke.
Abby turns around hands on hips and stared at Brooke. “Of course silly. Keep walking.”
Sophie widened her eyes at her two friends. She agreed with Brooke. They had been walking for over an hour now and Sophie had seen no sign of the cabin they had booked for their July 4th weekend hang out.
I stare at the water, seeing only my reflection staring back at me.
It’s beautiful how water does that. The water ripples with my face inside smiling at me. I look around myself and glance at the quiet woods and rustling of the leaves on the trees. I stare back down at the pond of blue water. I wave at myself through the water and step away from the pond...
